Trevor

Trevor

“Dude, will you get off your fucking phone?” I shout over the thumping base of the club.

Slater continues tapping away on his phone as he rolls his eyes at me.

“Fuck you. Scar is just checking in.”

I lift my drink to my lips, taking a sip before I speak.

“How is Freckles doing?”

Slater shoots me a look of irritation as he pockets his phone.

“She’s fine. She says hi.”

I smirk. “Well, if tonight doesn’t go as planned, I could always come back to your place. I would make an exception to my no-repeat rule for her.”

His fist slams into my arm, and I can’t help but laugh.

“Shut your fucking mouth about my wife, Michaels.”

Shaking my head at him with a chuckle, I look out from the VIP section to the club floor. It’s pretty packed tonight, and everyone seems to be having a good time. The fact that I’m on my third drink tonight tells me I should be having a good time too. For some reason that’s not the case, though. Maybe it’s because of my lame wingman.

“I brought you because I thought you’d be fun. You’re being a buzz kill.”

Slater takes a sip of his seltzer water as he shrugs.

“I miss my girl, bro. She has a doctor’s appointment tomorrow. I’m not looking to get trashed.”

My brows furrow at that. “She good?”

Slater nods softly. “Just some scans. Routine.”

“Good.” I nod.

Scar just finished her chemo at the beginning of the year. Last I spoke to her, she was feeling good, getting back into things. It was scary there for a while. I didn’t know if she was gonna make it, and if she didn’t make it, there was no way Slater would have.

They are like Erica and me. They met as kids, became best friends, loved each other forever, but where I took my shot with Erica, Slater never did. He even went off and married someone else, all while leaving Scar on the sidelines. Eventually he pulled his head out of his ass. All it took was some well-timed jealousy, orchestrated by yours truly. One of my best friends finally got the girl, and I got a nice blow job out of it.

Win, win.

A couple blondes catch my eye across the room. As if they can feel my eyes on them, they both eagerly turn to face me, giving me a good view as they grind against each other, their dresses riding up with each move. I watch in interest as I lift my glass for another sip. I guess I could go for a couple girls tonight, especially when they are all too excited to touch each other.

I’m an asshole, I know, but it’s not like any other red-blooded man wouldn’t do the same thing if he was in my shoes.

Setting my drink down, I clap Slater on his back before moving across the VIP section, making my way down the stairs by the bar toward my latest interest for the night when a noise captures my attention.

“Just stop being a dick, and get me a drink, bar boy,” a smooth voice snarks to my left.

A chuckle rumbles through me as I look to see a woman giving the bartender a hard time. That quick glance has me actually stopping in my tracks. Fucking hell. She’s hot.

Long, sleek, black hair nearly hits her hips, her slim body covered by a tight black leather dress that is one bounce away from her ass and tits falling out simultaneously. I also notice that both of her arms are covered in black tattoos. Normally, I’m not into women with tattoos, but on her, they look fucking good. She looks like that young, once wholesome, girl going through her rebellious stage. I’ve always loved a good rebel.

I change directions, abandoning the grinding blondes as I make my way next to her, listening in on the rest of the conversation.

“Listen, you little bitch. This shit is as fake as your tits. Now get the fuck out of here before I have you thrown out,” the bartender says as he flicks her ID at her.

“Actually, my tits are all natural. I know it’s hard to tell since you’ve only seen them on the porn you watch while you beat off in your mom’s basement,” she snarks back.

I do my best to smother my laugh. Who the hell is this spitfire?

“Fuck you! You stupid—”

“Alright,” I cut in. “I think that’s enough. What’s going on?”

The bartender cuts an irritated look to me before he does a double take.

“Mr. Michaels, can I get you something?”

“She’s with me.” I nod at her.

His eyebrows raise in surprise. “W-well, I’m sorry, sir. She can’t be in here. She has a fake ID. I’m not trying to lose my license or get this place shut down.”

I nod, fishing into my pocket before pulling out a couple of hundreds. I throw them on the bar top at him as I speak.

“Another round of Pappy Van Winkle for me, and…what about you, Raven?”

The stunner screws her face up at me in disgust.

“That’s not my name.”

“Didn’t ask for your name. Just asked for your drink.”

She narrows her eyes slightly but obviously weighs her options before she turns to the bartender and smiles with a grin so sweet it could give you type 2 diabetes.

“Jameson on the rocks.”

The bartender clenches his jaw at her but quickly scoops up the money I tossed at him before getting to work on our drinks. He’s handing them to us in no time, moving to the other side of the bar to take care of the other thirsty clubbers. I raise my glass to hers before taking a sip. She watches me suspiciously before taking a drink of hers.

“So, what? You the owner or something? That how you got that prick to back down?”

I give her a disbelieving snort as I furrow my eyebrows.

“You don’t know who I am?”

She looks around like I must be kidding before she laughs, tossing her head back and letting out a velvet-wrapped laugh that makes my dick twitch. Her slim throat exposed as she shakes her head and looks back at me.

“No but based on that answer, sounds like I don’t want to,” she goes to move past me when I catch the crook of her elbow.

“Are you always this snarky?”

“I don’t know,” she says. “Are you always this arrogant?”

I can’t help but smirk as I crowd her, leaning my face down until I’m inches from hers.

“Always.”

To my surprise, a smile spreads across her face, causing her eyes to practically sparkle in the strobe-light lit room. It takes several seconds for me to fully see her eye color. I thought my mind was playing tricks on me for a moment there, but her eyes are purple. Actually purple, like a soft violet. I’ve never seen anything like them in my life.

I don’t realize that I’m still staring at them until she snaps her fingers in my face. I shake my head as I stand up to my full height, looking down at her petite frame. She can’t be taller than five-five, and since I’m standing around 6’1, I practically dwarf her. You wouldn’t know it with the way she carries herself, her shoulders are thrown back, head held high. I’ll bet that attitude intimidates weaker men every day of the week.

“How old are you?” I ask.

“What?”

“Your age, Raven. The bartender said you were underage.”

“What’s it to you?” she says with a lift of her chin.

“I need to know if you’re jailbait or not.”

She scoffs, rolling her eyes, but she doesn’t pull out of my grasp which is a good sign.

“I’m twenty, k? No one has ever even questioned me until that douche.”

“Not in an outfit like that, they wouldn’t,” I agree as I let my gaze roam over her once more, lingering on the curve of her ass wrapped in that leather dress before the milky flesh of her thigh is revealed.

“My eyes are up here, asshat,” she snaps.

“And your ass is down here,” I say matter-of-factly, bringing my eyes back up to her with a smirk.

She scoffs, pulling out of my grasp to walk away. I don’t want her to walk away, though. Maybe it’s because she’s the first girl in here tonight who hasn’t fallen all over herself to gain my attention. Or maybe it’s the fiery attitude that has me simultaneously needing to slide between her legs while also needing to lift up that dress and spank her ass raw.

“Dance with me,” I say as I fall into step with her.

She side-eyes me, looking me over for a moment before she shrugs and starts making her way to the dance floor. I have a feeling that is as close to a yes as I’ll ever get from a woman like her, so I follow.

When we get to the middle of the room, she turns, raising her hands up as she moves to the music. I don’t hesitate, wrapping my arm around her waist, plastering her body against mine. Her eyes flutter open at that, a sultry look worthy of a siren transforming her eyes into something hypnotic.

We move together flawlessly, each second her body coming closer and closer to me until there isn’t an inch separating us anywhere. Those purple gems flick up to me before glancing down at my lips. I can’t help but smirk, ready to make my move, when she grabs the front of my shirt and pulls me down to her, attempting to crush her lips to my own before I dodge her at the last moment. I feel her warm lips against my neck as I chuckle into her ear.

“Sorry, Raven. I don’t do kisses.”

I feel her huff against my skin, and I expect her to push me away, I don’t expect her to latch on, her silky tongue running against my neck as she nips, kisses, and sucks against me. A groan rumbles through my chest as my cock hardens to a steel pipe.

My hands are everywhere, desperate to touch every inch of this raven-haired stunner in front of me. Her soft curves are perfect, giving me just enough to grab onto as I drag her against me harder this time. A sweet moan falls from her lips that has my cock twitching. Fuck. I want to hear that again.

I drag her against me again, this time grinding against her as I do, which causes her to let out an even louder moan than before. I slip my hand into the back of her hair, wrapping it around my fist before pulling gently so I can look into her eyes. Her jet-black hair is like silk in my hands as I keep my hold on her firm. She almost arches into it, like she’s enjoying the slight pain I know my grip must be giving her.

Fuck. This girl is so goddamn hot.

I close the distance between us as I begin trailing a path over her cheek and down her neck, nipping at the sensitive flesh behind her ear that has her grip on my shirt tightening.

Pulling my head back to look at her, I watch as her eyes flutter open, need drenching the soft purple hues, her lips pink and swollen. A sense of pride runs through me that I did that. That I turned this spitfire into a needy little mess.

Slipping my hand underneath the tight fabric of her dress, I glide my fingertips up her silky smooth inner thigh before gripping her lace panties. Tugging them to the side, I run a finger through her slick pussy.

So fucking wet.

I drag my finger through her like we have all the time in the world before pausing on her clit. She lets out a shuddering breath before I begin rubbing slow circles that have her gyrating her hips in rhythm. I can’t help but smirk at the neediness splashed across her face.

Without saying a word, I pull my hand out from under her dress, grab her hand, and begin tugging her through the heavily crowded dance floor. To my surprise, she follows me without a snarky word or jab. Is that all it took to shut her up?

When we make it through the crowds, I head for the employee-only hallway, ducking into a VIP room of sorts. It’s usually a place for the performers to hang out before they go on. This definitely isn’t my first time in Seattle, and the owner told both Slater and me when we got here that we are welcome to use it if we need a little space.

There is a long black couch in front of us, a marble coffee table in front of it, and a big screen TV to pretty much finish the room. It isn’t the most luxurious room, but it’ll do. The raven-haired girl stands in front of the arm of the couch, looking around the room before her eyes come up to me expectantly.

I close the distance between us, lifting up her dress before spinning her around, pushing her lower back to bend her over the arm of the couch. She obeys beautifully, like putty in my hands, as her ass arches into the air, causing her black lace-covered pussy to pop out. I hook my fingers around the scrap of fabric before dragging it down her legs and tossing it to the side.

Dropping to my knees, I brace my hands on the sides of her thighs, pulling her open for me before hovering just over her.

“You sure about this? I’m giving you an out if you want it.”

Her head whips back to me, her eyes filled with outrage.

“When your mouth is an inch from my pussy? I think I’ll pass. Now eat my cunt before I find someone else who will.”

My fingers pinch the inside of her thigh in punishment before I bury my face in her, her taste spreading across my tongue as I devour her. She’s so fucking sweet. I’ve fucked a lot of women, tasted all of their pussies, and this woman has got to have the best tasting cunt I’ve ever had. Maybe apart from one.

“Hell yes,” she moans as her back arches against me even more, practically grinding herself against my face.

I give her what she wants, flicking my tongue against her clit before I slip a finger inside. Her tight pussy practically clenches around my finger before her hips begin slowly thrusting. I pull away from her as I speak against her inner thigh.

“You like riding my hand, baby? Like my mouth on your sweet little cunt?”

“Shut up and fuck me,” she practically snarls before it gives way to a moan when I rub against her G-spot.

“Come on my tongue first,” I say as I go back to work.

I flick my tongue against her, focusing on her clit as I continue finger fucking her. I feel Raven’s legs begin to quake and her pussy contract around me before she loses it. Her screams are so loud, I wouldn’t be surprised if security thought someone was being murdered back here. Her cum practically leaks down my finger, and I make sure not to waste a fucking drop as I lick and suck her clean.

When her orgasm has eased, I slowly stand, ready to line myself up to her when she surprises me, standing up and spinning around. I open my mouth to find out what the hell she’s doing when she grabs a fist full of my shirt, dragging me in front of the couch before pushing me down. I mean, she probably thinks she’s pushing me around. I outweigh the girl by well over eighty pounds and a handful of inches, but based on the look in her eye, I’m more than happy to do whatever she wants.

She comes to straddle me, reaching for my belt before quickly undoing my pants. I feel her silky smooth hand slip inside my pants, gripping my rock-hard cock before pulling it out. She runs her hand up and down a few times before she raises up on her knees.

“Condom,” she demands.

I pat around in my pockets before I reach for my wallet, grabbing out the foil packet before tossing it at her.

“Put it on me,” I say as I settle back into the couch.

Surprisingly, she obliges and rolls the latex over me in seconds.

“Are you gonna ride my cock, baby?” I ask with a smirk as my hands come to rest on her hips.

She lifts an unamused eyebrow at me.

“What does it look like?” she scoffs.

“Fuck. Are you always such a ball buster? That kind of attitude is gonna turn a lot of guys off.”

She lowers herself down, sinking onto me until we are flush before she gives her hips a little wiggle.

“Not you, apparently,” she says with a smart-ass smirk.

I try to roll my eyes in irritation, but when she lifts up and comes down on me again, they roll all the way back in pleasure instead. She begins riding me, bouncing up and down as she grinds herself against me. I have one hand on her hip and the other cupping her full ass. Shit. This girl fucks like a goddamn porn star. I’m used to being the dominant one, the one calling all the shots and doing eighty percent of the work. Right now all I can focus on is not coming too quickly because her pussy has got to be the tightest thing I’ve ever felt.

Her small hands come to rest on my shoulders as she throws her head back in pleasure.

“Fuck. You’re huge,” she gasps as she comes down on me again.

“Feel good? You like taking what you want?”

Her eyes come down to mine, the look in them bringing my impending orgasm closer to the surface.

“Always.”

My hand massages her ass cheek before I clap down over it, causing the sound to ring out through the room as her back bows, her chest brushing against me. I release her hip as I use my hold on her ass to help her movements before my other hand comes up to cup her tits. They are practically falling out of this dress, and it doesn’t take much effort to free one. I drag her against me, taking her nipple into my mouth as I do. My tongue swirls against her, teeth nipping against the sensitive skin in a way that has her shuttering and shaking.

“Fuck. That’s a good tongue,” she mutters as one of her hands goes behind my head, pushing me against her chest.

I pull my hand back before slapping the bare skin of her ass, causing her pussy to clench in response.

“Oh god!” she yelps.

I do it again and again, craving her pleasure even more than I crave my own. The fact that her pleasure seems to teeter the line of pain only elicits a deep desire in me to see how far I can push her. How far I can go before this tiny little raven shatters apart in my arms.

At least for tonight, it doesn’t seem to be too much because one more spank, and she’s falling over the edge, gasping and grinding against me as she rides out her orgasm. I feel my balls draw up before she reaches behind herself, cupping them before massaging them in a way that has my own orgasm slamming into me harder than a three-hundred-pound linebacker. She continues massaging me, practically forcing the cum out of me, before I collapse against the back of the couch.

I blink hard several times, my vision slightly blurred before I shake my head. Shit. I haven’t fucked like that in a while.

It takes me a moment to realize that she isn’t on my lap anymore. Instead, she’s standing, slipping her panties back on before pulling down her dress. I sit up a little bit and get ready to give her the let-down talk, but before I can, she flattens out her hair and looks down at me.

“Thanks,” she says before stepping toward the door and slipping out.

Several seconds go by, where I’m frozen in place. Wait, what? Thanks? She just rode my cock like it was her favorite thing in the world, came all over me, and then left with a thanks? No asking for my number, or even for another round? No trying to come back to my place?

Who the fuck is that chick?

Shaking my head, I stand, taking care of the condom before redoing my belt. When I step out of the room, I glance down the empty hallway before slowly making my way back out to the club floor. Everyone is partying, dancing, doing shots just like they were when we slipped away.

I make my way back to the VIP area where I see Slater is talking to a few of our teammates who must have shown up. I do my best not to keep my eyes out for that long black hair that feels like silk in my hands, but I don’t do a good job. Who the fuck just bails like that? I mean, I guess she really doesn’t know who I am. I’m the one that has to dip out, not the other way around.

I should probably be thankful. I think that was the easiest no-feelings-attached hookup I’ve ever had in my life. Instead, I’m a little fucking irritated.